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Returning on his own label after producing pretty much the last record pressed by experimental techno label/sinister cabal Sandwell District, Yves de Mey, now Grey Branches, furthers that raw and unrestrained sound. Here, precise sound design and strange tics and effects are balanced with tough percussion that demands high volume. Limited 12”vinyl on transparent orange wax.

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Ltd transparent orange vinyl 12" on Inner Surface Music. aka Yves De Mey.

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Lower Bounds EP by Grey Branches
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8/10 Ant Staff review, 12 December 2014

Grey Branches is a new alias from Belgian producer Yves De Mey (Sandwell District, Opal Tapes, Modal Analysis, Semantica etc.) and showcases the artists vision of techno, both aimed at and beyond the dancefloor.

Opening with the shuddering beats and electronic zaps of ‘Exsolve’ slowly building from dislocation until eventually setting into a stomping groove. The title track gets going with muted kicks and a static loop with Yves’ futuristic sound design, and then breaks down into almost melodic synth motifs with the drums kicking back in everything comes together suggesting things will lock into a standard techno groove but things aren’t that straight forward. Instead we get a more broken, dynamic, experimental and somewhat disorientating approach to techno.

If you’re looking for dancefloor pressure fear not as ‘Binate’ is sure to whip a floor into a frenzy, but as ever with Yves at the controls, this is far from bog standard techno fodder. As expected the production sound is real nice with a throbbing ass shaker of a bassline and plenty of interesting, stimulating futuristic electronics twisting in and around the drums.

‘Plangent’ closes the EP with Yves coaxing richly textured layers of crackling electronic static and distortion from his machines. Beneath lurks an unknown quantity; something menacing, a kind of sadness lingering in the darkness.


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